Zitate und Sprüche von HK-47

The cure for boredom is curiosity. There is no cure for curiosity.

Whenever people agree with me, I always feel I must be wrong.

Definition: Patriotism is the willingness to kill and be killed for trivial reasons.

Warning: It is dangerous to be right when the government is wrong.

Mark VII prototype: "I have learned to appreciate the value of all life."
HK-47: "That is very sad. Are you damaged? Is it repairable?"

Recitation: First, weapon selection is critical. If I see one more idiot attacking a Jedi with a blaster pistol, then I'll kill them myself.

As a meatbag would say: "I have a bad feeling about this."

Observation: I am a droid, master, with programming. Even if I did not enjoy killing, I would have no choice. Thankfully, I enjoy it very much.

I'm an assasin droid. It is my primary function to burn holes through meatbags that you wished removed from the galaxy... Master.

You are a very harsh master, master. I like you.

Definition: What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.

Cheating seems to be a relevant term only when one is caught in the act. Otherwise it is viewed as intelligence, no?

Mockey: Oh Master, I love you, but I hate all that you stand for, but I think we should press our slimy, mucus-covered lips together in the cargo hold.

Translation: He requires proof of good faith. We must make a contribution to his people that shows we are not a threat. Shall I blast him now, master?

Translation: two per cent probability that the miniature organic is simply looking for trouble and needs to be blasted. That may be wishful thinking on my part, master.

HK-47: "Statement: HK-47 is ready to serve, master."
Player: "You don't need to call me master, you know."
HK-47: "Query: Don't I? I was under the assumption that organic meatbags such as yourself enjoyed such forms of address."
Player: "Organic meatbags?"
HK-47: "Retraction: Did I say that out loud? I apologize, master. While you are a meatbag, I suppose I should not call you as such."
Player: "You just called me a meatbag again!"
HK-47: "Explanation: It's just that... you have all these squishy parts, master. And all that water! How the constant sloshing doesn't drive you mad, I have no idea."
Player: "Neither do I, come to think of it..."
HK-47: "Statement: Now do you understand the travails of my existence, master? Surely it does not compare to your existence, but still..."
Player: "I survive. Somehow."
HK-47: "Commentary: As do I. It is our lot in life, I suppose, master. Shall we find something to kill to cheer ourselves up?"

Answer: There are a lot of politicians on Coruscant, Master. I could spend decades slaughtering them and still not make a dent.

I just hate all meatbags. Except the master, of course.

There is a faction of meatbags called the Sith. They want what any rational meatbag would want - the power to assassinate anyone they choose at any time.

Commentary: The meatbag speaks without clarity. Detail this agreement or the master will splatter your organs all over the floor!

Can I break his neck now master? It's been a long time fantasy of mine.

Affirmation: Correct, master. Sith protocols maintain that all droid knowledge be deleted before assassination missions, and restored upon return.

For now, please excuse me, master. I wish to meditate upon the face of my former meatbag master as he was electrocuted. I find it most soothing.

We fight so that others can live. And if we die, it better be for the same reason.

But it's never over. We stand here now with a chance to learn. To rebuild from our mistakes.

I'm not interested in power. I want to restore the Order.

There are three rules to survive: Don't stand out; don't reach out. Accept the past. Trust no one; trust only in the Force.

The lives of every child on that list will be forever changed. Not by us. Their destiny should be trusted to the force.

You know I've been alone for... a while now. Without any purpose. Just hiding. It's no way to live. Not for a Jedi. Or a droid. Maybe Cere was right. Maybe we're done hiding.

As long as we fight - hope survives.

A Jedi. Remind our friend here why his kind are supposed to be dead.

The Jedi, they were almost... like gods.

You want love, you've got to fight for it. Sometimes no matter how hard you try, you and the one you love simply aren't meant to be. The trick is to know when that is, to know when it's time to fight and when it's time to part ways. Love causes pain, certainly. Inevitably, love is going to lead to as much sorrow and regret as it does joy. How you deal with the bad part of love determines your character, what determines the dark side's hold over you. Love doesn't lead to the dark side. Passion can lead to rage and fear, and can be controlled. But passion is not the same thing as love. Controlling your passions while being in love, that's what they should teach you to beware. But love itself will save you... not condemn you.

What greater weapon is there than to turn an enemy to your cause?

[Code of the Sith]
Peace is a lie, there is only passion.
Through passion, I gain strength.
Through strength, I gain power.
Through power, I gain victory.
Through victory, my chains are broken.
The Force shall set me free.

[Code of the Jedi]
There is no emotion, there is peace.
There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.
There is no passion, there is serenity.
There is no chaos, there is harmony.
There is no death; there is the Force.

Your commander and I have something in common- I once flew for the Empire too. At Skystrike Academy. Turning to the Rebellion was the smartest move I ever made. I wish more of my friends had done the same.

Kyle Katarn: "Why can't you Jedi ever do things the simple way?"
Luke Skywalker: "If the ways of the Jedi were easy, there'd be millions of us, instead of dozens."

Kyle: "You always did plan for the worst."
Lando: "Ever since that run-in with Vader..."